A passion for moths – and the thrill of the chase

Over the years, I too have regularly been meeting with moths. So far, I have encountered 891 species just in my own garden in Sussex. But most of these moths came to me: I have an ancient metal Robinson trap, inherited from my grandfather, which lures them to a mercury vapour bulb. Katty Baird, how-ever, despises ‘all-too-easy light traps’. (‘One of my most rewarding experiences with a moth trap was at an old people’s home…’) She is proactive, even hyperactive, in seeking out her quarry across East Lothian, ranging from moorland cliffs and caves to the ‘car park toilet block near my children’s primary school’. Meetings with Moths, by an ‘extreme moth-er’, makes me feel like a decadent southerner, bloated on the relatively huge hauls in my part of the world.

We are alike, though, in our passionate love for these often maligned insects. Moths are seen as drab at best; at worst, sinister, flying by night and secretly gnawing holes in cashmere jumpers.